Rainy Season
Part 5
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Hey there! Here is part 5 of the second story of my Bosco/Faith shipper series "Partly Cloudy With a Chance of Rain". If you haven't read the first story "Let the Sun Shine Through" I recommend it. :)
There is some swearing in this part. OH, and I forgot to mention in the last one that I have NO medical background. I also want to inform you that I have NO knowledge of being drunk or having a hangover...so just go with me on this and keep in mind it's fiction :)
To all you shippers out there, and to those of you who, like myself, aren't FULL FLEDGED shippers YET...ENJOY!
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Bosco sat back down on the couch. He was numb...shocked by what he had just said to Faith. He never intended to say that. Hell, he hadn't even realized he felt that way until the words were out of his mouth and it was too late to take them back. "JACKASS! I finally get something good in my life and I find a way to screw it up! I always screw it up!" He yelled at himself.
He picked up his crutches and pushed himself off the couch. He needed a drink. Bosco started to walk to the kitchen with the aide of his crutches when he stopped, and threw the crutches against the wall as hard as he could. "DAMMIT!" he screamed.
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Faith ran down the stairs and out the door. Blinded by her tears she ran into a woman on the sidewalk. "Sorry," Faith's apology was almost inaudible.
The stranger looked at Faith. "Miss are you OK?"
"Yeah," Faith sniffed. "I'm fine." With her sleeve she dabbed at her tears trying to make them go away. She made her way to the car. For a moment she just sat behind the wheel without starting the car. She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. "He said he loved me. So why is he doing this?" Her tears started again as she started the car and headed for home.
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Bosco hobbled into the kitchen without his crutches. The pain in his foot was intense, but it was nothing compared to the tightness and aching he felt in his chest. He pulled open the refrigerator door and grabbed a beer. Then he opened the cupboard to get the Extra Strength Tylenol he kept on the shelf. As he reached for the Tylenol he looked up and saw the almost full bottle of bourbon on the top shelf.
He hadn't touched the stuff since his first counseling session with O'Malley after the panic attacks. Bosco didn't hesitate as he pulled down the liquor bottle. He shook two pills out of the Tylenol bottle, not satisfied he shook out three more. He popped all five pills into his mouth, twisted the cap off his beer, and chugged down the beer. When he finished he spun around and threw the empty beer bottle against the wall.
Bosco grabbed a glass and filled it with ice. Then he picked up the bottle of bourbon and headed back to the couch. There was a knock on the door. "GO AWAY!"
"Maurice, are you OK?" It was Bosco's nosy neighbor.
He sighed. He was not in the mood for this. "I'm fine Mrs. Pope," he called through the closed door.
"Are you sure Maurice? Cause I heard you yell, and a couple loud noises. I just want to make sure you're OK."
Bosco threw open the door. He gritted his teeth. "I *said* I'm *fine*!"
Mrs. Pope's mouth dropped open. She had never seen her young neighbor like this. Her eyes dropped to the bottle of bourbon he clutched in his hand. "Maurice?"
He followed her gaze to the bottle in his hand. "What?!" he snapped.
She started to walk away then turned back to him. "Please be careful."
"Mind your own damn business!" He slammed the door.
Bosco sat down on the couch and poured a glass of the liquor. He took a long drink, and it burned as it went down, not that it mattered to him. He sat there and continued to pour drink after drink until he got tired of the process and decided to hurry things up and just drink straight from the bottle. He drank himself into a stupor.
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Faith took the stairs up to her apartment. She needed the time it would take to walk the five flights of stairs to compose herself. Slowly she opened her apartment door, and kicked off her shoes. The living room was empty. Faith sat down on the couch and took a sudden interest in her car keys, which she still held in her hand.
"Hey honey."
Faith looked up, and saw her mom enter the room. "Oh, hi mom."
"You're late. Did you have to work overtime?"
"No. I had to take Bosco to the hospital," she said blankly.
Her mother sat next to her. "Charlie told me what happened last night. Is Bosco OK?"
Faith fiddled with her car keys and sighed. "He will be. He has a broken bone in his foot, and a chipped anklebone. They put a cast on his foot, and he can't work for at least four weeks unless he does a desk job, and Bosco hates desk duty." There was no emotion in Faith's voice.
"Where is Bosco? Why didn't he come over?"
"Right mom. Like he wants to come back here!" Faith snapped.
"What happened Faith?" her mom asked quietly.
"You know what happened. Emily got mad and threw a weight on Bosco's foot."
"No. I mean what happened between you and Bosco?"
"What makes you think something happened?" Faith was getting defensive.
"Because you're my daughter, and this morning when I got her every time you looked his direction I could see the love, the happiness in your eyes. Now when you mention his name I see hurt. Plus, I know you, and normally you'd either be at Bosco's taking care of him or you would have brought him here with you. So tell me what happened."
Tears began to rain down Faith's face. "He broke up with me," she said very quietly.
"He what?" her mom asked, stunned at the news.
Faith sniffed, and wiped at her eyes. "He said that he loved me, but he couldn't express it because of Emily," she sobbed. "He said he didn't want to upset her. And he thought it best that---" Faith couldn't continue as she began to sob uncontrollably. Her mother wrapped her arms around Faith, and pulled her close. "I've never heard him so upset," she sobbed.
Charlie came into the living room, and saw his grandmother consoling his mom. He approached quietly not wanting to disturb his mother. "Grandma, what's wrong?"
"It's OK Charlie. Just go back to your room and play. Everything's OK."
Charlie wasn't sure if he believed his grandmother, but he did what she said. As he got closer to his room he noticed that Emily's bedroom door was open. He was a little shaken from seeing his mom crying, so he went to talk to his sister. Charlie stood in the doorway watching her as she hung pictures of O-Town and Haley Joel Osment on her wall.
Emily felt someone watching her, and turned around. "What's up?"
Charlie shrugged, and looked at the floor. "Mom's home...she's crying."
"Really?" Emily asked with concern. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know. Grandma just told me to go back to my room."
"I wonder what happened."
"Yeah." Charlie paused then looked at his older sister with a panicked look. "Maybe something happened to Bosco at work."
Emily raised an eyebrow. "Bosco?"
"Yeah, you know how sad mom always gets when Bosco gets hurt or something. Maybe something happened to him. Maybe that's why she's crying." Charlie was getting himself all worked up thinking something had happened to the man he looked up to.
Emily grinned. "Maybe he got shot. Wonder if he's dead," she chuckled.
"That's not funny!" Charlie yelled at her.
"Sure it is! Serves him right for coming along and taking our mom away from our dad! Splitting up our family! Yeah, I hope he's dead!"
"Take it back Emily!"
"Make me," she said calmly.
Charlie charged at his sister, and tackled her to the ground.
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Faith sat up and wiped away the remaining tears. "Thanks mom. I'm sorry."
"No need to be sorry dear. I just wish there was something I could do."
"Yeah, me too," sighed Faith.
"CHARLIE GET OFF ME!"
Faith quickly looked at her mom. "What the--?" They both ran down the hallway to see what was going on. Faith momentarily froze in the doorway of Emily's bedroom as she watched her children rolling on the floor as they fought.
Charlie was slapping at his sister, pulling her hair and throwing punches. Emily was trying to claw at his face. "HEY! BREAK IT UP!" Faith walked in and pulled Charlie away from his sister. She noticed a couple big red marks on Emily's face. Charlie had landed a couple of his wild punches. "What on earth is going on in here?!"
"He started it!" yelled Emily.
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"OK ENOUGH! I want answers and I want them now! Charlie why were you beating up on your sister?"
Charlie began speaking rapidly. "I told Emily you were crying, and I thought maybe Bosco got hurt or something cause you always get sad when something happens to him. She said she hoped he was dead!"
Faith turned to her daughter. "You said what?!"
"I just...I didn't...I-" Emily didn't know how to dig herself out of this one. She knew her mom was angry.
"Charlie go to your room. Mom I'll call you later."
The room cleared, and it was just Faith and her daughter. All day long Faith had tried to figure out what she was going to say to Emily about her attitude toward Bosco. She knew that Emily needed a strict punishment for what she had done last night, but now it was even worse...her daughter had hoped that her partner, her best friend was dead. And even though she was mad at Bosco right now it still didn't justify what Emily had said.
Faith walked over and sat on Emily's bed. "Why'd you say it?" Faith asked calmly.
Emily knew she was in for it. The kids always knew that when their mom didn't yell it meant that she was *beyond* pissed off. Emily could handle her mom yelling because she knew that it would be over shortly, but this...the calmness...it was like the calm before the storm. She couldn't look at her mother. "I don't know why I said it," Emily said in a whisper.
"Yes you do Emily. You know exactly why you said it."
"I said it because I don't want him around us anymore!"
"Why not?" Faith was still very calm, and she could see how nervous her daughter was.
"Because."
"Because is not an answer."
"He's not my dad and I don't want him coming around here thinking he is!"
"Bosco has never done that."
"No, but he will."
"How do you know that?"
"Because that's what happens to everyone else's families. Their parents get divorced and then they get remarried, and I don't want Bosco to be my dad. I want *my* dad!"
"You still have your dad. Bosco isn't trying to replace him, and besides Bosco and I aren't even close to getting married, so there's nothing to worry about." Emily didn't say anything. "You were wrong Emily. You are a very smart girl, and I'm very disappointed in you."
"I didn't really mean it."
"You can't say that now. It's already been done, and you can't take back what you said. You're grounded."
"Grounded?! For how long?"
"I'm not sure yet. To start with there's no TV, no phone, no visiting friends, no videogames and no stereo for at least four weeks."
"Four weeks?!"
"I said *at least* four weeks."
"Why so long?"
"Because four weeks is how long Bosco has to be in a cast because you broke his foot last night."
Emily's jaw dropped. "I did?"
Faith nodded. "So until Bosco's cast comes off those are the rules. Plus you don't leave this apartment without your father, your grandparents or me. You *willingly* help with household chores, and you have to apologize to Bosco. Then after Bosco's cast comes off I'll determine how much longer you're grounded for."
"That's not fair mom."
"Emily you broke his foot! And if you think *this* isn't fair you just wait, because I haven't even gotten started yet." Faith stood up and left the room. It was now time to deal with Charlie. She found him lying on his bed. "Charlie?"
He sat up. "Yeah."
"Why'd you hit your sister?"
"Because of what she said about Bosco. She laughed at the thought of him being dead. She made me mad."
"So you hit her?" Charlie nodded. "It's wrong to hit people no matter how mad you are."
"I know," he said quietly. "But I like Bosco and Emily has been so mean to him."
"I know sweetie." Faith's eyes teared up.
"Mom is Bosco OK?"
"He's fine. His foot is broken, but he's fine."
"Is he coming over tonight?"
"No," Faith said quietly. "I don't think he'll be coming over anymore."
"Oh," was all Charlie could say.
******
Bosco woke up in the middle of the night. He looked around. "What the fuck am I doing on the floor?" He asked himself as he got up. That's when he noticed the empty bottle of bourbon on the floor. "Oh shit." He stumbled into the bathroom, and puked. He sank to the floor as he continued to worship the porcelain God.
When he finished he leaned against the wall. "Why did I drink so much?" he asked himself. Then he remembered. He was trying to forget about what he had said to Faith, and how he had said it. He realized that he had sounded just like his father. He put his head in his hands. His biggest fear had become a reality. He had yelled at the woman he loved, then tried to drown his sorrows in booze. He was turning into his father.
******
The kids were in bed, and Faith couldn't sleep. She decided to go outside on the fire escape. It was a fairly quiet night, and Faith just sat looking at the stars. She absently played with the ring that was on her finger...the one Bosco had given her at DisneyWorld. She had been so happy when she was with Bosco. Why did things have to turn out this way? Why was it that whenever something came along that made her happy it wasn't long before it was gone?
Faith continued to look at the sky through blurry eyes when she saw a shooting star. Ever since she was little she would make a wish when she saw a shooting star. She closed her eyes tight. "I wish Bosco and I could work this out so we can be together."
She opened her eyes and peered up at the sky. A frown crossed her face as she remembered that none of the wishes she had ever placed on shooting stars had come true.
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Bosco woke up on the cold tile floor of his bathroom where he had passed out the second time. He pulled himself off the floor, and looked in the mirror. "Oh you look great," he muttered to the man who was staring back at him. He felt like shit. Bosco splashed water on his face, and rubbed his face vigorously. He looked in the mirror as he pulled his hands down his face, but stopped when he caught sight of the ring on his finger...the ring that said he was taken, and that he and Faith were together.
His temper flared again as he remembered what he had said to Faith. He picked up the can of shaving cream that was on the back of the sink, and threw it at the wall. He grabbed onto the sink with both hands as he tried to calm himself.
Why was it that whenever he drank to forget something he always ended up remembering it in vivid detail instead?
Part 5
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Hey there! Here is part 5 of the second story of my Bosco/Faith shipper series "Partly Cloudy With a Chance of Rain". If you haven't read the first story "Let the Sun Shine Through" I recommend it. :)
There is some swearing in this part. OH, and I forgot to mention in the last one that I have NO medical background. I also want to inform you that I have NO knowledge of being drunk or having a hangover...so just go with me on this and keep in mind it's fiction :)
To all you shippers out there, and to those of you who, like myself, aren't FULL FLEDGED shippers YET...ENJOY!
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Bosco sat back down on the couch. He was numb...shocked by what he had just said to Faith. He never intended to say that. Hell, he hadn't even realized he felt that way until the words were out of his mouth and it was too late to take them back. "JACKASS! I finally get something good in my life and I find a way to screw it up! I always screw it up!" He yelled at himself.
He picked up his crutches and pushed himself off the couch. He needed a drink. Bosco started to walk to the kitchen with the aide of his crutches when he stopped, and threw the crutches against the wall as hard as he could. "DAMMIT!" he screamed.
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Faith ran down the stairs and out the door. Blinded by her tears she ran into a woman on the sidewalk. "Sorry," Faith's apology was almost inaudible.
The stranger looked at Faith. "Miss are you OK?"
"Yeah," Faith sniffed. "I'm fine." With her sleeve she dabbed at her tears trying to make them go away. She made her way to the car. For a moment she just sat behind the wheel without starting the car. She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. "He said he loved me. So why is he doing this?" Her tears started again as she started the car and headed for home.
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Bosco hobbled into the kitchen without his crutches. The pain in his foot was intense, but it was nothing compared to the tightness and aching he felt in his chest. He pulled open the refrigerator door and grabbed a beer. Then he opened the cupboard to get the Extra Strength Tylenol he kept on the shelf. As he reached for the Tylenol he looked up and saw the almost full bottle of bourbon on the top shelf.
He hadn't touched the stuff since his first counseling session with O'Malley after the panic attacks. Bosco didn't hesitate as he pulled down the liquor bottle. He shook two pills out of the Tylenol bottle, not satisfied he shook out three more. He popped all five pills into his mouth, twisted the cap off his beer, and chugged down the beer. When he finished he spun around and threw the empty beer bottle against the wall.
Bosco grabbed a glass and filled it with ice. Then he picked up the bottle of bourbon and headed back to the couch. There was a knock on the door. "GO AWAY!"
"Maurice, are you OK?" It was Bosco's nosy neighbor.
He sighed. He was not in the mood for this. "I'm fine Mrs. Pope," he called through the closed door.
"Are you sure Maurice? Cause I heard you yell, and a couple loud noises. I just want to make sure you're OK."
Bosco threw open the door. He gritted his teeth. "I *said* I'm *fine*!"
Mrs. Pope's mouth dropped open. She had never seen her young neighbor like this. Her eyes dropped to the bottle of bourbon he clutched in his hand. "Maurice?"
He followed her gaze to the bottle in his hand. "What?!" he snapped.
She started to walk away then turned back to him. "Please be careful."
"Mind your own damn business!" He slammed the door.
Bosco sat down on the couch and poured a glass of the liquor. He took a long drink, and it burned as it went down, not that it mattered to him. He sat there and continued to pour drink after drink until he got tired of the process and decided to hurry things up and just drink straight from the bottle. He drank himself into a stupor.
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Faith took the stairs up to her apartment. She needed the time it would take to walk the five flights of stairs to compose herself. Slowly she opened her apartment door, and kicked off her shoes. The living room was empty. Faith sat down on the couch and took a sudden interest in her car keys, which she still held in her hand.
"Hey honey."
Faith looked up, and saw her mom enter the room. "Oh, hi mom."
"You're late. Did you have to work overtime?"
"No. I had to take Bosco to the hospital," she said blankly.
Her mother sat next to her. "Charlie told me what happened last night. Is Bosco OK?"
Faith fiddled with her car keys and sighed. "He will be. He has a broken bone in his foot, and a chipped anklebone. They put a cast on his foot, and he can't work for at least four weeks unless he does a desk job, and Bosco hates desk duty." There was no emotion in Faith's voice.
"Where is Bosco? Why didn't he come over?"
"Right mom. Like he wants to come back here!" Faith snapped.
"What happened Faith?" her mom asked quietly.
"You know what happened. Emily got mad and threw a weight on Bosco's foot."
"No. I mean what happened between you and Bosco?"
"What makes you think something happened?" Faith was getting defensive.
"Because you're my daughter, and this morning when I got her every time you looked his direction I could see the love, the happiness in your eyes. Now when you mention his name I see hurt. Plus, I know you, and normally you'd either be at Bosco's taking care of him or you would have brought him here with you. So tell me what happened."
Tears began to rain down Faith's face. "He broke up with me," she said very quietly.
"He what?" her mom asked, stunned at the news.
Faith sniffed, and wiped at her eyes. "He said that he loved me, but he couldn't express it because of Emily," she sobbed. "He said he didn't want to upset her. And he thought it best that---" Faith couldn't continue as she began to sob uncontrollably. Her mother wrapped her arms around Faith, and pulled her close. "I've never heard him so upset," she sobbed.
Charlie came into the living room, and saw his grandmother consoling his mom. He approached quietly not wanting to disturb his mother. "Grandma, what's wrong?"
"It's OK Charlie. Just go back to your room and play. Everything's OK."
Charlie wasn't sure if he believed his grandmother, but he did what she said. As he got closer to his room he noticed that Emily's bedroom door was open. He was a little shaken from seeing his mom crying, so he went to talk to his sister. Charlie stood in the doorway watching her as she hung pictures of O-Town and Haley Joel Osment on her wall.
Emily felt someone watching her, and turned around. "What's up?"
Charlie shrugged, and looked at the floor. "Mom's home...she's crying."
"Really?" Emily asked with concern. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know. Grandma just told me to go back to my room."
"I wonder what happened."
"Yeah." Charlie paused then looked at his older sister with a panicked look. "Maybe something happened to Bosco at work."
Emily raised an eyebrow. "Bosco?"
"Yeah, you know how sad mom always gets when Bosco gets hurt or something. Maybe something happened to him. Maybe that's why she's crying." Charlie was getting himself all worked up thinking something had happened to the man he looked up to.
Emily grinned. "Maybe he got shot. Wonder if he's dead," she chuckled.
"That's not funny!" Charlie yelled at her.
"Sure it is! Serves him right for coming along and taking our mom away from our dad! Splitting up our family! Yeah, I hope he's dead!"
"Take it back Emily!"
"Make me," she said calmly.
Charlie charged at his sister, and tackled her to the ground.
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Faith sat up and wiped away the remaining tears. "Thanks mom. I'm sorry."
"No need to be sorry dear. I just wish there was something I could do."
"Yeah, me too," sighed Faith.
"CHARLIE GET OFF ME!"
Faith quickly looked at her mom. "What the--?" They both ran down the hallway to see what was going on. Faith momentarily froze in the doorway of Emily's bedroom as she watched her children rolling on the floor as they fought.
Charlie was slapping at his sister, pulling her hair and throwing punches. Emily was trying to claw at his face. "HEY! BREAK IT UP!" Faith walked in and pulled Charlie away from his sister. She noticed a couple big red marks on Emily's face. Charlie had landed a couple of his wild punches. "What on earth is going on in here?!"
"He started it!" yelled Emily.
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"OK ENOUGH! I want answers and I want them now! Charlie why were you beating up on your sister?"
Charlie began speaking rapidly. "I told Emily you were crying, and I thought maybe Bosco got hurt or something cause you always get sad when something happens to him. She said she hoped he was dead!"
Faith turned to her daughter. "You said what?!"
"I just...I didn't...I-" Emily didn't know how to dig herself out of this one. She knew her mom was angry.
"Charlie go to your room. Mom I'll call you later."
The room cleared, and it was just Faith and her daughter. All day long Faith had tried to figure out what she was going to say to Emily about her attitude toward Bosco. She knew that Emily needed a strict punishment for what she had done last night, but now it was even worse...her daughter had hoped that her partner, her best friend was dead. And even though she was mad at Bosco right now it still didn't justify what Emily had said.
Faith walked over and sat on Emily's bed. "Why'd you say it?" Faith asked calmly.
Emily knew she was in for it. The kids always knew that when their mom didn't yell it meant that she was *beyond* pissed off. Emily could handle her mom yelling because she knew that it would be over shortly, but this...the calmness...it was like the calm before the storm. She couldn't look at her mother. "I don't know why I said it," Emily said in a whisper.
"Yes you do Emily. You know exactly why you said it."
"I said it because I don't want him around us anymore!"
"Why not?" Faith was still very calm, and she could see how nervous her daughter was.
"Because."
"Because is not an answer."
"He's not my dad and I don't want him coming around here thinking he is!"
"Bosco has never done that."
"No, but he will."
"How do you know that?"
"Because that's what happens to everyone else's families. Their parents get divorced and then they get remarried, and I don't want Bosco to be my dad. I want *my* dad!"
"You still have your dad. Bosco isn't trying to replace him, and besides Bosco and I aren't even close to getting married, so there's nothing to worry about." Emily didn't say anything. "You were wrong Emily. You are a very smart girl, and I'm very disappointed in you."
"I didn't really mean it."
"You can't say that now. It's already been done, and you can't take back what you said. You're grounded."
"Grounded?! For how long?"
"I'm not sure yet. To start with there's no TV, no phone, no visiting friends, no videogames and no stereo for at least four weeks."
"Four weeks?!"
"I said *at least* four weeks."
"Why so long?"
"Because four weeks is how long Bosco has to be in a cast because you broke his foot last night."
Emily's jaw dropped. "I did?"
Faith nodded. "So until Bosco's cast comes off those are the rules. Plus you don't leave this apartment without your father, your grandparents or me. You *willingly* help with household chores, and you have to apologize to Bosco. Then after Bosco's cast comes off I'll determine how much longer you're grounded for."
"That's not fair mom."
"Emily you broke his foot! And if you think *this* isn't fair you just wait, because I haven't even gotten started yet." Faith stood up and left the room. It was now time to deal with Charlie. She found him lying on his bed. "Charlie?"
He sat up. "Yeah."
"Why'd you hit your sister?"
"Because of what she said about Bosco. She laughed at the thought of him being dead. She made me mad."
"So you hit her?" Charlie nodded. "It's wrong to hit people no matter how mad you are."
"I know," he said quietly. "But I like Bosco and Emily has been so mean to him."
"I know sweetie." Faith's eyes teared up.
"Mom is Bosco OK?"
"He's fine. His foot is broken, but he's fine."
"Is he coming over tonight?"
"No," Faith said quietly. "I don't think he'll be coming over anymore."
"Oh," was all Charlie could say.
******
Bosco woke up in the middle of the night. He looked around. "What the fuck am I doing on the floor?" He asked himself as he got up. That's when he noticed the empty bottle of bourbon on the floor. "Oh shit." He stumbled into the bathroom, and puked. He sank to the floor as he continued to worship the porcelain God.
When he finished he leaned against the wall. "Why did I drink so much?" he asked himself. Then he remembered. He was trying to forget about what he had said to Faith, and how he had said it. He realized that he had sounded just like his father. He put his head in his hands. His biggest fear had become a reality. He had yelled at the woman he loved, then tried to drown his sorrows in booze. He was turning into his father.
******
The kids were in bed, and Faith couldn't sleep. She decided to go outside on the fire escape. It was a fairly quiet night, and Faith just sat looking at the stars. She absently played with the ring that was on her finger...the one Bosco had given her at DisneyWorld. She had been so happy when she was with Bosco. Why did things have to turn out this way? Why was it that whenever something came along that made her happy it wasn't long before it was gone?
Faith continued to look at the sky through blurry eyes when she saw a shooting star. Ever since she was little she would make a wish when she saw a shooting star. She closed her eyes tight. "I wish Bosco and I could work this out so we can be together."
She opened her eyes and peered up at the sky. A frown crossed her face as she remembered that none of the wishes she had ever placed on shooting stars had come true.
*****
Bosco woke up on the cold tile floor of his bathroom where he had passed out the second time. He pulled himself off the floor, and looked in the mirror. "Oh you look great," he muttered to the man who was staring back at him. He felt like shit. Bosco splashed water on his face, and rubbed his face vigorously. He looked in the mirror as he pulled his hands down his face, but stopped when he caught sight of the ring on his finger...the ring that said he was taken, and that he and Faith were together.
His temper flared again as he remembered what he had said to Faith. He picked up the can of shaving cream that was on the back of the sink, and threw it at the wall. He grabbed onto the sink with both hands as he tried to calm himself.
Why was it that whenever he drank to forget something he always ended up remembering it in vivid detail instead?